It's Utah, Right?

You're driving west down the I-80. You promised your cousin you'd meet up with them in San Jose in the next week for their wedding, but you ain't spending money on no plane ticket. A road trip is perfectly fine. You like looking at the landscape; in particular, you've seen a lot of desert and scrubland for the past few states. You've just passed Winnemucca in Nevada when you realize you need some gas, so you pull up to a rinky dink station that looks half-abandoned. They've got an OPEN sign at least and there's another guy at the pump with his Honda Civic, so you assume they're actually open for business. [[Park your car.]]

You pull up to a pump, park your car, and notice that the pumps don't take cash or card; you gotta go in to pay. Ah, well, whatcha gonna do? You were going to go back in to get some snacks and drinks anyways, it's not like going in to pay for your gas is any more of an inconvenience. As you step out of your car, the Honda guy gives you a weird look. "You're better off going to the next station," he says. He pops himself back into his car and drives off, definitely in a hurry. You know the station is a bit rough around the edges, but why would that be a problem? It's nothing nobody ain't seen before. [[Go inside.]]

You go in. Aside from the neon sign declaring the place open, none of the lights are on. They're relying on the power of the sun to keep this place lit, it seems. They're also really low on.. anything snack or drink-related. There's shelves, but they're all broken and dilapidated. You only thought there were snacks because of the cardboard displays they had in the windows; weirdly convincing, those were. There's a skinny guy at the register but he seems to be having a moment, leaning back as he looked below the counter. Loud, sloppy sucking noises come from his lap, but you can't see who's doing it. He covers his face embarassedly with a hand, looking back at you. "S-sorry sir, I'll b-be with you in a moment," he stutters. [["Don't worry about it. Enjoy yourself."]] [[Take a peek.]]

"Don't worry about it. Enjoy yourself," you say. The cashier grins, uncovering his face. His hands now grip the counter, hips moving to plunge into whoever's throat that was. They're gagging and whining now thanks to that, but it doesn't at all detract from the air of pleasure these two have going on. "Yeah man, it's wh-what I do every day," the cashier said. Pleasure? Every day? In this economy? Amazing. Eventually he gives a big thrust forward, pinning his sucker against the counter as he came. There's a definite yelp. You swear for a moment that you can hear his balls audibly draining as his partner swallows. When all is done, the cashier pulls back with a wince, standing back enough for you to see his cock. He's uncut and he's a beauty, but really what stands out more are the needles jabbed into his cock. Not a ton, just a handful. Maybe four or five, whether you count the one pinned into his left nut or not. "..Uuuhf. Do you have to do that every time, Jer?" he groans, looking down to his partner. "'Course I do, dad." [["Uhh.."]] [[Look over the counter.]]

You decide to take a peek over the counter. Not because you think the guy is doing anything particularly funky, but because blowjobs are hot, damn it! But you're stunned to see that rather than an adult human, there's a mutant kid back there gargling on his schlong. He looks like an iguana or something, given his pale, scaly body and his crest of spines. He's got four arms, too. One pair is wrapped around the clerk's thighs, his upper right is on the human's asscheek, and the fourth is holding.. a sewing needle? The human looks to be a bit more embarassed about the situation now, but he doesn't stop rolling his hips into the hungry lizard shota's mouth. [["Should I be concerned about the needle?"]] [["Y'all are fuckin' kinky."]]

"Uhh.." you say. You don't have more words in you. This is a really confusing situation, after all. Where'd the needles come from? And was this guy really getting blown by his own kid? That voice didn't sound remotely mature, so you doubt it's even an adult daughter. Not without some good voice training, anyways. The cashier at least is quick to react, eyes going wide. "Woah, stranger!" he exclaims. "Don't worry about it. It's uh, totally legal. He's one of those muties," he explains. He begins pulling the needles from his junk, piling them up on the counter. "And not my son. I mean, he's my son, but not like, biologically. I've just been raisin' him. Found him in a lil' cave in the scrub." With that the kid scoots out from behind the counter. He's just an inch taller than it, and he definitely isn't human. He's overly pale with scales instead of skin, a crest of spines instead of hair, and an overly wide mouth more like an iguana's than a human's. The naked little biped has one of his four hands between his legs, playing with a rather large pair of hemipenes. Another one of his hands is up at his own face, pushing a needle into his own cheek. He looks at you expectantly, perhaps a bit offendedly that you're still wearing pants. "Can I fuck him, dad?" he asks. [[Well, that's perfectly reasonable. Fuck the lizard shota.]] [["Um.." (initiate rape scene)]]

Dad? That's it. You're looking over there to find out what the fuck is going on, right that instant. And then you see him. A little mutie kid standing in front of the clerk, wiping the drool and cum from the edges of his mouth with a hand. In his other hand, he's still got a few needles. Not only that, but he's got more hands! He's a mutant, after all, and what's a cute little reptilian mutie boy without a foursome of arms? He plaps his tail on the floor when he sees you, admittedly quite excited. You look to the clerk for an explanation. While he's busy pulling the needles out of his junk and setting them on the counter, he gives his explanation. "..Err. Well, you see, when an assblastedly high bastard walks into the scrub and finds a little lizard boy in a cave, you simply just gotta adopt 'im," he explained, rubbing his face nervously. The lizard boy stepped out from behind the counter, giving a big yawn. Jeez, that's a wide mouth. Not only that, but he's got a crest of spines, too. He's honestly more like a flat-faced anthro iguana than anything. One of his free hands is down between his legs, stroking at his unusually large, barbed hemipenes. He looks a bit disappointed that you're still wearing pants. "Can I fuck him, dad?" he asks. [[Well, that's perfectly reasonable. Fuck the lizard shota.]] [["Um.." (initiate rape scene)]]

Oh. Well, that's perfectly reasonable, you think. It's legal, and the kid seems to be enjoying himself anyways. You give a nod to the cashier to let him know you're up for the task, and he grins again. "Right on, that's the spirit," he says, then looking to the kid. "Have at him, Jer." The kid is on you in an instant. Scrabbling to undo your pants with his upper two hands, pulling them down with all four a moment later. You feel his nails scratch roughly on your skin as he pantses you, then again as he rips your underwear down. Huge mouth wraps around your dick and balls all in one go, a fat tongue wrapping around them as he coaxes you to hardness. Once you're hard, that same tongue exits his mouth and darts between your cheeks. Given how slick and slimy it is, it takes no effort at all to squeeze into your ass. You give a little gasp at this, placing a hand on top of the kid's head to try and steady yourself. He starts pushing on you, forcing you to shuffle backwards and lean against a wall. "Oh, yeah. He does get a bit feisty with new guys. I'm sure you can handle it, though. Just watch out for the needles." [["The what?"]] [[Cum. Immediately.]]

"Um.." you say. You're still not sure what to say here or do. Sure, it might be legal to fuck underage muties, but this guy still adopted him. Kind of. Maybe. Maybe it's kidnapping? Before you can finish your thoughts, however, the clerk gives a nod. The lizard kid tackles you down to the floor, evidently quite strong despite his size. You try thrashing away, but all this accomplishes is getting you down on your belly. The shota rips your pants off, then slams his groin against your ass. He's not even inside you when he starts humping, but soon enough he does get at least one cock inside you. Not only does the size spread you wide, but the barbs scrape your insides. You're going to be very sore after this. [[Keep fighting it.]] [[Try to relax.]]

"The what?" you ask. You've already seen the clerk experience it, but you didn't fully realize you'd be signing up for a good needling too. You feel a sharp pinch on your thigh, and when you look down you see the kid jamming a sewing needle into your skin. This doesn't at all slow the pace at which he's bobbing his head in your lap or shoving that tongue in your ass, though. Jer pulls back with an obnoxiously loud slurp and a pop, then shoves all your junk into his maw and his tongue up your ass again. You whine a bit as he produces another needle, poking it right into your pubic mound. "The needles," the clerk reiterates. "Looks like you're getting a taste already. Don't worry, he won't kill ya with 'em." [[Cum now.]]

You can't help yourself. You immediately bust in the lizard kid's mouth, and he swallows every drop. His thick tongue punches your prostate to milk a bit more from you, your body twitching and shaking all the while. Your bliss is ceased when the lizard boy pulls back, jabbing a fistful of sewing needles into your pubic mound. You yipe in pain, eyes watering as you pound on the wall behind you. Perhaps a less kind person would've kicked the kid's ass for that, but you already knew it was coming. This is what you opted into. Watching you carefully for a moment, the horny lizard stepped forth to flick his fingers at the needles. Ow. [["Pierce my foreskin, kid."]] [[Remove the needles.]]

You cum inside the lizard shota's mouth. He milks you for all you're worth, smashing his tongue against your prostate. His maw has your dick and balls alike suctioned hard within it. Even as you're draining your milky white down his throat, you feel like you're gonna burst in a whole different way. Your hands claw at the wall behind you, your legs shake. It's only long after your orgasm that Jer relents on his attentions, and even then he gives you more. This time, it's in the form of more needles. Somehow the little bastard has them hidden in his maw and tongue in such a way you didn't get to feel them during the rimblowie, but now you do. He's ejected at least half a dozen into your dick and balls, and another pair into the very rim of your ass. As he pulls away, Jer looks very proud of his work. He gives a smug look and rolls his tail. [[Pull the needles out.]] [[Keep them in, get dressed.]]

You pull the needles out. One by one, carefully as ever. That doesn't really help your situation at all though; you're still sore and bleeding. It's almost as if the little fucker sucked on your junk like that in order to make the bleeding worse when he delivered his own payload. He licks his scaly lips with his cummy tongue, watching you put the needles on the counter once you got them all removed. The cashier gives you a pat on the back. "Hey, it wasn't that bad, was it?" [["I'd do it again. Not now, though."]] [["Since I fucked your weird little mutie, is my gas free now?"]]

You decide not to take the needles out, and to instead get dressed again. You pull up your pants, button them back up, and re-do your belt. All the while you feel the pain increase, the needles sinking much deeper as your pants provide pressure against them. You can feel blood trickling from each and every puncture wound, both on your junk and from your ass. Your pants are definitely going to be stained, but it's worth it. "Brave as fuck, man," the cashier compliments. He and the horny shota are both watching you, both erect. In fact, the mutie has gone back over to him to start humping his leg. "Didja need anything else before you go?" he asked. "We got gas. And a lotto ticket." [[You came here for gas. Get some.]]

"I'd do it again. Not now, though," you say. The cashier gives you a sagely nod, then slaps your ass. "Better get dressed, then. You don't want him getting any bright ideas, eh?" he teases. He sits back on the stool he has behind the counter, erect junk free as ever. Judging by the number of marks on his skin, he does in fact get fucked by the shota freak every day. Perhaps even all day. "That aside, didja need anything? We've got gas. Oh, and a lotto ticket." [[You came here for gas. Get gas.]]

"Since I fucked your weird little mutie, is my gas free now?" you ask. Your tone is pretty disdainful. The clerk detects the harsh change in vibe quite easily, and he sadly shakes his head. The shota's face has distorted to give an expression not at all dissimilar to a particular feline who dislikes bananas. "Naw man, we need the cash, sorry." [[Sigh. You tried. Pay for the gas anyways.]]

"Yeah, I'd like some gas," you say. You pull up your pants and rebutton them, not bothering with your belt and instead grabbing your wallet. You pull out two twenty dollar bills and hand them over to the man. "This should be enough for me to fill the tank. Keep the change." The clerk takes the money and rings you up on the register. Surprisingly, they do have electricity in here! The lights and coolers just aren't working for whatever reason. When the receipt is printed, he puts a copy on the counter with a pen. "Sign here, please." [[Sign it, take your copy, and go.]]

You sign the receipt. He hands you your copy. You give both him and the freaky shota a friendly wave on your way out, then go fill up your car. Nothing much else interesting happens. No muties outside, no pump malfunctions. You put the nozzle back when you're done, start your car, and get back on the road. When you get to the next motel and take your rest, you dream of sloppy sex involving a certain lizard shota. END.

You give a big sigh. You were hoping that'd work, but darn! You figure you ought to pay up anyways. Who knows, the next gas station might also have a freaky lizard shota, and you might get trapped in an endless loop of torment if you don't pay for gas now. You pull up your pants and rebutton them, not bothering with your belt and instead grabbing your wallet. You pull out two twenty dollar bills and hand them over to the man. "This should be enough for me to fill the tank. Keep the change." The clerk takes the money and rings you up on the register. Surprisingly, they do have electricity in here! The lights and coolers just aren't working for whatever reason. When the receipt is printed, he puts a copy on the counter with a pen. "Sign here, please." [[Sign it, take your copy, and go.]]

"Yeah, I'd like some gas," you say. You cup your groin for a moment, just to push the needles in a bit more. Then you grab your wallet, pulling out two twenty dollar bills to hand to the clerk. "This should be enough for me to fill the tank. Keep the change." The clerk takes the money and rings you up on the register. Surprisingly, they do have electricity in here! The lights and coolers just aren't working for whatever reason. When the receipt is printed, he puts a copy on the counter with a pen. "Sign here, please." [[Sign it, take your copy, and go.]]

"Pierce my foreskin, kid," you say, wiping the moisture from your eyes. Even with the amount of pain he just put you in, you've decided that it's actually a pretty great feeling. Not only that, but that you want more. Jer is more than happy to oblige, licking his lips and looking you over again as you give the invitation. He pulls out a few of the needles from your mons and twiddles them in a hand, his lower two hands reaching up to play with your cock. He pinches your foreskin away from your glans, then inserts a needle right through it. Then another. Then a third. By the end of it, your cock's got a crown of sewing needles poked through the foreskin, tips poking against the outside of your shaft while the ends brush against your sensitive glans. Jer tugs at your half-hard cock a bit expectantly, looking up at you. Perhaps he'd like to do a bit more.. [["Give me a ladder."]] [["Turn my nuts into pincushions."]]

You remove the sewing needles from your groin. Jeez, how many did he shove into you? You were counting at least a dozen and a half, but perhaps the pain had you miscounting. You never know. The scaly bastard meanwhile looks smug as fuck, wagging that tail as he watches you remove the needles. You move over to the counter to set them down, putting them with the needles the clerk himself had already left there. The cashier gives you a pat on the back. "Hey, it wasn't that bad, was it?" [["I'd do it again. Not now, though."]] [["Since I fucked your weird little mutie, is my gas free now?"]]

"Give me a ladder," you say. Once again, the kid perks up; it seems he's done this type of shit before. You can only wonder how many strangers he's pierced, and how long he's been doing it. Maybe one day he could become a professional piercer, who knows? He plucks more needles out from your pubic mound, then lifts up your cock. He starts at the base, carefully pushing the needle from one side of your cock to the other. It hurts enough that you have to focus on breathing, turning your head up to look at the ceiling. Things settle down, but then you feel him starting the next piercing. Then the next. He only stops at the fifth piercing, of which goes right under your frenulum. When you look back down, you can tell that they're all evenly spaced. Damn. You need a drink. [[Put your pants on.]]

"Turn my nuts into pincushions," you say. Perhaps a bit of a bold order considering how poorly you handled the handful of needles in your pubes and the crown in your foreskin, but today you're feeling spicy. The kid is clearly excited by your words, plapping his heavy tail on the floor as he gives a chirp. With a single grab he pulls all the needles out of your groin again, then transfers them one by one into another hand to jab into your nuts. He isn't just going for the skin, either; he's plunging them deep, directly stabbing your testicles. The pain is as intense as expected. You tilt your head back and yell, just barely keeping yourself standing after the process. When Jer is done skewering your nuts, he stands back and wags his tail. [[Take a breather.]]

Slowly but surely, you put your pants back on. The clerk gives a long whistle, seemingly impressed. You can feel the blood trickling from your puncture wounds, the needles still left in your mons pressing deeper as you re-do your belt. You're definitely going to be left with blood stains in your pants, if not an infection from how many dirty needles were jammed into your junk. It's worth it, though. "Brave as fuck, man," the cashier compliments. He and the horny shota are both watching you, both erect. In fact, the mutie has gone back over to him to start humping his leg. "Didja need anything else before you go?" he asked. "We got gas. And a lotto ticket." [[You came here for gas. Get some.]]

You take a breather. A long break. Not only do you deserve it, but you need it. Your nuts are swollen as fuck, and you don't think you could put your pants back on even if you wanted to. You settle for just your boxers instead, holding your pants bunched up in your arms. "Brave as fuck, man," the cashier compliments. He and the horny shota are both watching you, both erect. In fact, the mutie has gone back over to him to start humping his leg. "Didja need anything else before you go?" he asked. "We got gas. And a lotto ticket." [[You came here for gas. Get some.]]

You keep fighting it. No way some cracked out mutie runt is going to rape your ass! Nevermind that he's already inside you. But as you get up onto your feet again to try and shake him off, he clings to you. His arms are wrapped around your torso, his nails digging into your skin. His legs lift up to hook around yours, and his fat tail sways in the air as he keeps humping into you. You stumble into a wall and brace yourself with your arms, the lizard shota clapping your cheeks harder than before. This strategy isn't working. [[Stay here, stop fighting it.]] [[Grab his tail.]]

You stay on the floor and on your belly, trying to relax as the shota violently saws his fuckstick into your guts. Not only is he tearing up your insides with that thing, but every thrust in is smashing the shit out of your prostate. It's not just you leaking a good puddle of pre onto the floor, either; he's lubing up your ass with his own, even if slowly. But even then you can feel a good spurt of the stuff every now and again. It doesn't take much time before he decides to shove the second cock in, stretching you ridiculously wide as he has his way with your ass. [[Cry.]] [[Orgasm.]]

You decide to stay where you're at on the wall, and to let him do what he wants. His grip loosens a bit as he recognizes this, climbing up onto your back to get some leverage. His right hemipene slams into your ass over and over again, barbs painfully scraping at your walls. Between the blood you're leaking and the precum he's spurting into your ass, this has quickly become a very messy affair. Not only that, but it's provided enough lubrication for him to shove his second shaft into you. You groan in pain as you feel your hole stretched to its limit, the horny mutie shoving his barbed cocks in and out without a care in the world for your wellbeing. Eventually he cums, shoving both hemipenes into your ass to the hilt. Not only can you feel his cloaca twitching against your abused hole and taint, but you can feel his penes swelling inside you. Gush after gush of cum fills you, not even a trickle flowing back out due to how well he's plugged you. The feeling of the liquid inside you almost burns. [[Cum.]] [[Vomit.]]

You reach between your legs and grab the little fucker's tail. You yank on it hard, but it falls off and squirms in your hands. What the fuck? You try again, this time grabbing one of his legs, but the rapist shota kicks at your hand and nails you with his back claws. You wince and pull away, slowly sliding to the floor in a doggy position. Fuck's sake, is it really that hard to get a mutie out of your ass? What the fuck is wrong with you? You need another solution, fast. He seems just about ready to slide that second prick into you, and only god knows how much damage he can deal to you with that. [[Hit him with his own tail.]] [[Sit on him.]]

Despite everything that's happened and how much you didn't want it, you cum. Perhaps it's just a testament to the power of prostate stimulation, or perhaps muties are just that great at raping asses. Either way, you wouldn't know. Your ass clenches against the huge shafts jammed into you, your balls drawing up as you spew your load onto the floor. The horny shota rolls his hips against you and whips your ass and thigh with his tail, evidently enjoying the show. After a bit though he's stopped cumming, and he's done with your ass. He abruptly pulls out, dragging out a good six inches of intestine with his barbs before he's able to free his cocks from your pink sock. You swear that at least a gallon of cum pours out from your ass, but with your fading consciousness you can't be so sure. [[Pass out.]]

This is fucking disgusting. Not only that, but humiliating. As your insides well with cum and your belly grows heavy, your stomach too grows a sickly feeling inside of it. You tilt your head down and you vomit, spraying it all over the wall and floor. Even when your stomach is empty, however, you're still gagging. The lizard shota laughs at the display, giving your ass a smack. As he pulls out you can only feel yourself gagging more, and especially as you notice he's pulled out enough of your guts to give you a six inch pink sock. You panic, your vision fading. The last thing you feel is the sheer amount of cum pouring out of your ruined ass. [[Pass out.]]

You pass out. You don't know what happened while you were out, but when you wake up you're back in your car and parked along an empty stretch of highway. It's nighttime. No gas station in sight, no shota cocks up your ass. Your ass hurts like hell though and your pants are ruined. You need to get the fuck out of here. [[Start the car.]]

You start your car. When you check how your gas is doing, though, you notice the tank is full. Well, at least something good came from all that. You get the fuck out of there, checking into a motel a good hour later. When you get to bed, your sleep is far from restful. You keep having dreams about getting your ass stuffed with mutie cock -- not just by shotas like the little freak that raped you, but by bigger ones too. You wonder if you should come back and check out the scrubland after the wedding. What you don't know yet is that they charged you full price for the gas. They just took it out of your wallet themselves. Oh well. END.

It's disgusting, but it's all you can think of. You pick up the reptile shota's detached tail and start swinging it back at him. You hear it thud into him a few times and the yelps that result, but he clings on. Eventually the tail breaks off again, and what you're left with is too short to do anything to him. "You need to learn to sit still, mister," he growls. He pulls back and shoves his second hemipene inside of you, then resumes pounding your ass. Not only is your ass still getting scraped to all hell now, but it's stretched wider than it's ever been before in your life. It doesn't take much longer for him to cum once both penes are in, and he drags his claws along your torso as he does. Your shirt is absolutely ruined. Cum pumps deep inside of you, his twin cocks swelling large enough to keep even a single drop of his seed from leaking back out. His jaws open wide, and he plants a bite on your spine. You grunt and arch your back, once again leaning against the wall. [[Nut.]] [[Vomit.]]

If you can't get him out of you, you're at least determined enough to keep him from ruining your ass with his second prick. You flop back and sit on the shota, forcing his one hemipene in cloaca-deep. He can't get up or pull back, which definitely means he can't shove his second cock in. Speaking of, it's twitching between your legs, rubbing against your own shaft and balls. The reptile shota is hissing and fuming, but he doesn't seem able to do much. This is your chance. [[Twist his cock.]] [[Do some kegels.]] [[Finger him.]]

Despite everything that's happened and how much you didn't want it, you cum. Perhaps it's just a testament to the power of prostate stimulation, or perhaps muties are just that great at raping asses. Either way, you wouldn't know. Your ass clenches against the huge shafts jammed into you, your balls drawing up as you spew your load onto the floor. The horny shota rolls his hips against you and smacks your ass and thighs with both of his lower hands, evidently enjoying the show. After a bit though he's stopped cumming, and he's done with your ass. He abruptly pulls out, dragging out a good six inches of intestine with his barbs before he's able to free his cocks from your pink sock. You swear that at least a gallon of cum pours out from your ass, but with your fading consciousness you can't be so sure. [[Pass out.]]

You grab onto the lizard shota's cock and twist the fuck out of it. He screams and writhes, now trying to scramble away from you rather than cling to you. But you don't let him go just yet; he needs to know the gravity of his actions, after all. You grab that ugly prick with both hands and twist either way, as if trying to give friction burns to someone's wrist. But even with the amount of pain you were putting the rapist shota in, he was definitely getting off on it. Both the cock in your hands and the one and your ass grew, if only to spurt their loads right there and then. Gross. Maybe you should get up now. [[Get up.]]

He wanted an ass to fuck, right? Now he's gonna get it; just not the way he wanted it. By the twitch of his hips beneath you he's still trying to thrust, desperate for stimulation. Instead of getting up, however, you squeeze the muscles of your ass. You hold them clenched, then relax them again. You repeat this process, turning what would otherwise be a two minute rape into a ten minute tantric sex session. All the while you feel the cock within you slowly growing, as well as the one beside your own shaft. You're even getting hard yourself now; fuck, it's pretty good. It gets even better when all your clenching finally pays off, the fat cock inside your ass gushing hot cum inside you. You grab his other pene and your own together, jacking yourself off to finish as well. When all is done, you're covered in a mix of mutie and your own cum and filled with what almost feels like a liter. That gives you ideas.. [[Drench him with your asscum.]] [[Stick his second pene in, keep milking.]]

You reach down with both hands. One spreads the mutie's cloaca open wide, and you poke in a few fingers below his penes with the other. He whines as you spread him open, his clawed grip loosening as he switches from trying to fuck you to trying to squirm away. "You don't like that, huh?" you taunt. "Now you know how I feel." You pull him out of you and turn around. You hold him down by the throat while you wriggle your digits within him, exploring that hole as far as it'll let you. So far you can fit three fingers inside, all the way to the knuckle. The lizard shota definitely seems like he can take a lot more, though. [[Rape his ass.]] [[Fist him.]]

You get up, pulling the mutant's barbed cock out of your ass. Not only are you leaking jizz from your hole, but he's sprayed your belly with his other dick too. He lays on the floor with his limbs sprawled out, panting and exhausted. The clerk meanwhile stares, wordless. Considering he's part of the reason you got raped, maybe you've got some words for him. Maybe worse. [[Tell him off and leave.]] [[Rape the clerk.]]

"You fucking asshole. What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you give him the go-ahead for that?" you ask. The clerk opened his mouth to answer, but you went on. "Haven't either of you two heard of consent? Fucking pricks. I'm leaving." You gather the last scraps of your clothes, head out to your car, and dump them in the back seat. You go through a suitcase and put on some basketball shorts and a tank top for basic decency, but nothing more. You head to the next gas station, not even looking back once to the clerk and his rapist mutant. When you finally get to sleep that night, you dream of horny mutants. Much like Jer, none of them ask you for consent before spearing you with their cocks. You wake up frequently with cold sweats each time. You wonder if that kid's jizz is the source of your fever dreams, which continue even weeks after the wedding. END.

Something about the clerk's look just pisses you right off. He's the one that gave the kid the okay, even when it wasn't. He's the one that's obviously been training the little shit to do all kinds of nasty, fucked up nonsense. Obviously, it was he that should pay here. You stroke your cock until it's erect, stepping toward the clerk. "H-hey, stranger, no hard feelings, right?" he asks. You ignore his words. You grab him and turn him over so his ass is facing you. He audibly swallows, knowing what's coming. You push your glans against his hole, of which is obviously loose. Well-used by the mutie kid, no doubt. He whines, not even fighting back. [[Fuck him slow.]] [[Hard and fast.]]

You push your cock into him slowly. No need to rush, after all, you're pretty ahead of schedule for your trip. That, and this pathetic man seems like the type to get off to a fast fuck. You don't want that. You want him to hate this. You push him face-down against the counter as you hilt him, drawing another whine from him. "No hard feelings," you say. An obvious lie. It feels like venom exiting your lips. You draw yourself back until only your glans remains inside him, then push forward again. Even for a man who regularly fucks a mutie kid, his insides are fucking dry. He must not have gotten a load up the ass today yet; lucky for you, you get to fix that. You keep at it, sliding your prick in and out of him until you feel the need to burst. Given how compliant he's being, though, you feel you've got some options. [[Give him a hard facial.]] [[Cum in his ass.]]

"No hard feelings," you say. An obvious lie. It feels like venom exiting your lips. You shove into him quickly, giving him no time at all to adjust before he's full with your cock. If he's going to train an underage monster to fuck like that, then surely he should be able to take the same treatment from an adult human man, right? You withdraw just as quick, only to force yourself in the same as before. The clerk gasps and squirms, but you push him hard against the counter. You plunge yourself into him again and again, the only thing lubricating your entry being the precum of your cock. Your hips clap against his ass, his body shaking from the pain. You swear you can hear him begging for you to stop. You keep at it anyways, sliding your prick in and out of him until you feel the need to burst. Given how compliant he's being, though, you feel you've got some options. [[Give him a hard facial.]] [[Cum in his ass.]]

You pull out of the clerk, then drag him away from the counter and onto his knees. One hand stroking your own cock, the other holds him by his hair. When you gush, you make sure to get it everywhere he won't want it; his eyes, inside his nose, his hair. Hell, even a bit in his left ear too. When all is done, you pop your cock into his mouth to make him suck you clean. By the end of it all he's crying, sobbing even. [[Free gas.]] [[Get outta there.]]

You keep rolling into him up until the very end. By the time your nuts have tightened up, your tip is piercing him again. You leave a good trail of cum inside of him, slicking him from his entrance to a few inches farther in than your cock is long. You pull out and watch it drip down his balls for a moment. By the end of it all he's crying, sobbing even. [[Free gas.]] [[Get outta there.]]

As a bit of final payback, you fuck around with the register. Not to take any cash out or anything, but to turn on the pump and get a free tank of gas. You deserve it after what you've been through, after all. You gather the last scraps of your clothes, head out to your car, and dump them in the back seat. You go through a suitcase and put on some basketball shorts and a tank top for basic decency, but nothing more. You claim your free tank of gas, then drive on to the next motel. When you finally get to sleep that night, you dream of horny mutants. Much like Jer, none of them ask you for consent before spearing you with their cocks. You wake up frequently with cold sweats each time. You wonder if that kid's fluids are the source of your fever dreams, which continue even weeks after the wedding. END.

You figure he's had enough, so you leave him there. You gather the last scraps of your clothes, head out to your car, and dump them in the back seat. You go through a suitcase and put on some basketball shorts and a tank top for basic decency, but nothing more. You head to the next gas station, not even looking back once to the clerk and his rapist mutant. When you finally get to sleep that night, you dream of horny mutants. Much like Jer, none of them ask you for consent before spearing you with their cocks. You wake up frequently with cold sweats each time. You wonder if that kid's fluids are the source of your fever dreams, which continue even weeks after the wedding. END.

You pull off of him with a loud pop. Immediately the clock starts ticking as you gush cum from your ass, so you grab the lizard shota's legs and pull him up in hopes of spraying down his face with the stuff. And judging by the little gasp? Yep, you did it. Not only that, but the pervy kid had leaned up to start lapping at your hole. As you feel yourself empty out, you also feel that tongue punch deep into your insides, penetrating you further than any human tongue could hope to go. He laps at every inch until he's sure not a drop remains, scaly nose pressing against your rim. God, why does it feel so good? [[Cum again.]] [["Tonguefuck my prostate."]]

Carefully, you pull yourself up but don't let the kid's cock slip out. You reach down and move the other one back to press against your hole. Then you slide back down -- not to ride it, but to resume the kegel massage you've been giving him. The lizard shota whines and presses against you, clearly trying to fuck you again. You wag a finger at him and get back to work, clenching your muscles around him again. Hold, relax, clench, repeat. It's a lovely rhythm, made all the more lovely by the growing cocks inside you. You can tell when he's about to burst, yet it takes another few rounds of clenching for him to finally do it. He makes a loud noise somewhere between a whine and a moan when he does, squirming as he fills you up with even more seed than before. If you didn't know better, you'd say you were pregnant. You've got some options here. [[Drench him with your asscum.]] [[Drain out on the floor.]]

Yeah, no, it's too good. You cum again, this time entirely hands-free. The kid keeps his tongue in your ass during, but once he's sure you're done he withdraws. But even then he doesn't really cease. Now he's slobbering on your balls, extending that tongue to lap all the cum from your cock. He even manages to lap some of the goo from your belly, but he can't reach higher than that. His upper pair of hands meanwhile reaches to play with your ass, shoving both thumbs in to stretch you open. Nevermind that you're already gaping. [[Pull away.]] [[Let him continue.]]

"Tonguefuck my prostate," you command. And just as you wish, the horny lizard does it. Lips pressed against your hole, he focuses on stimulating your prostate with his tongue, practically punching it with every dip inside of you. Each little moan of his vibrates inside of you, all four of his hands latched onto your asscheeks. It's not too long until you can't take it anymore, and you spurt a good load onto the floor. As you stand up, the mutie shota runs his tongue all over the dirty tiles. You figure it's time to go. [["Can I just get my gas now?"]]

You pull away from him, and he lets you. You don't particularly feel like letting him at your ass again, so it's a good move. The clerk whistles. "Damn, you showed him, huh? You know, not everyone turns it their way with him." [["Can I just get my gas now?"]]

He's insatiable, isn't he? The lizard shota brings his snout back to your ass, diving his tongue in again to smash at your prostate. But then he stops again. He wiggles himself upright, then lines his cocks up with your ass. Both of them press in, and he begins humping immediately. With that bit of exercise you did and the fact he's going much more slowly now than before, you think you should be safe from prolapse; it won't hurt to let him ride now, right? Well, the barbs still hurt, but that's beside the point. You stay squatted where you're at, letting the little lizard boy have a proper round this time. [[Jerk yourself off.]] [[Doggy position.]]

"Can I just get my gas now?" you ask. The clerk nods. You gather what's left of your clothes then you grab your wallet, pulling out two twenty dollar bills to hand to the clerk. "This should be enough for me to fill the tank. Keep the change." The clerk takes the money and rings you up on the register. Surprisingly, they do have electricity in here! The lights and coolers just aren't working for whatever reason. When the receipt is printed, he puts a copy on the counter with a pen. "Sign here, please." [[Sign it, take your copy, and go.]]

You jerk yourself off while he fucks your ass. Barbs scrape against your insides, and you can feel him panting against your back. Hell, he's nipping you too. You focus on all these feelings, stroking a hand back and forth over your shaft. You roll your foreskin over your glans, collecting some precum in your fingers for lubrication. As you feel Jer's twin cocks swell up inside you and release, you cum too. After a long moment he pops back out of you, flopping tiredly onto the floor. The clerk whistles. "Damn, you showed him, huh? You know, not everyone turns it their way with him." [["Can I just get my gas now?"]]

You lean forward to get onto your hands and knees, and the lizard boy clings to you. Not even for a moment does he let himself fully slip out, the horny mutie evidently quite dedicated to breeding your ass. And in this position, it's all the better -- you don't have to jerk off. You just let him ram his cocks into your prostate again and again, drawing moans from your throat and precum from your cock. Eventually you can't hold it anymore, and you cum. While you spurt seed on the floor and your ass tightens, the mutie shota hilts deep inside of you and lets his inflating cocks plug you full of cum. After a long moment he pops back out of you, flopping tiredly onto the floor. The clerk whistles. "Damn, you showed him, huh? You know, not everyone turns it their way with him." [["Can I just get my gas now?"]]

You pop off of the kid's two freakish cocks with little effort, moving one of your hands down to block the flow. You don't want to soak him, after all; this load belongs to the floor. You do a little squatty crab dance over to a spot nearby, then let loose. You swear you feel more than a gallon of cum drain out from your gaping hole, making a huge puddle on the floor. At first the reptile shota seems confused about what you're doing, tiredly watching you from where he sat. Then he crawls over, pressing his maw to the floor as he lapped up the mess. Nice. The clerk whistles. "Damn, you showed him, huh? You know, not everyone turns it their way with him." [["Can I just get my gas now?"]]

You decide to rape his ass. It's only fair, right? The punishment's gotta fit the crime and all that. All four of his hands are busy trying to get yours off of his throat, but you only squeeze more firmly. You get down between his legs, removing your fingers from his cloaca so you can stroke your cock. You take a moment to frot between his hemipenes, then slide down to that slit and press in. His insides are unlike that of any human, ridged and tight, yet somehow producing ample lubricant. You rut into him like an animal while he cries and squeals, clearly not enjoying the experience. For all the degeneracy the clerk has taught him, you expected he might've used his ass a few times at least. But naw; it's all yours now. You cum deep inside the mutie, his tail curled tight between your legs and along your back. When you pull out and stand up, he just lays there, trying to cover his hole up with his tail. The cashier seems nervous when you look back at him. He doesn't seem to have anything to say. [[Rape the clerk too.]] [["Can I just get my gas now?"]]

You spread your three fingers inside him, closing and opening them as if they were scissors. Yeah, he's tight, but he's also really damn elastic. That slick liquid his cloaca is drooling is also helping things along, making it easier to shove more and more into him. You decide to stick your pinky in there and push more, up until it was just your thumb hooking around his rim that he couldn't swallow. But once you tucked that in? Yeah, your whole hand went right in. You test out how far you can shove your arm up his ass, watching the helpless mutie shota cry and squirm the whole time. You can only get about halfway down your forearm, but damn. For a kid, that's still pretty fucking impressive. You slide your hand in and out of him for a bit, toying with his internal ridges and knuckling his prostate. [[Rape his ass.]] [[Prolapse him.]]

Something about the clerk's look just pisses you right off. He's the one that gave the kid the okay, even when it wasn't. He's the one that's obviously been training the little shit to do all kinds of nasty, fucked up nonsense. Obviously, he should also pay for what happened. You stroke your cock until it's erect again, stepping toward the clerk. "H-hey, stranger, no hard feelings, right?" he asks. You ignore his words. You grab him and turn him over so his ass is facing you. He audibly swallows, knowing what's coming. You push your glans against his hole, of which is obviously loose. Well-used by the mutie kid, no doubt. He whines, not even fighting back. [[Fuck him slow.]] [[Hard and fast.]]

You wonder for a moment if you can pull out the kid's guts. Give him a pink sock, like he would've gave to you if he got to fuck your ass with both of his hemipenes. You ball up your fist inside him and work it around, then abruptly pull it out. A few inches of his walls poked out of his cloaca now below his cocks, but you wonder if you could pull more. You press your hand back into him, ball it up again, and repeat. The lizard shota is gasping and crying from the pain, even moreso than before. He's even trying to kick you away now, to no avail. You try again, and he outright screams as you pull a good eight inches out of him. That'll do. The cashier seems nervous when you look back at him. He doesn't seem to have anything to say. [[Rape the clerk.]] [["Can I just get my gas now?"]]

Your eyes were watering before, but with the addition of the second cock? You're bawling now. It hurts, after all! It's like going from being fucked with a nettle-carrot to being utterly stretched out and ruined by Satan's cheese grater; you can only keep quiet for so long. But even then, the mutie doesn't at all care how much pain you're in. He keeps pounding your ass, shoving his penes in and out of you as if his life depends on whether or not he breeds you. You can't see it, but you assume now that the fluid leaking out of your ass includes not just precum, but blood. Eventually he cums, shoving his hemipenes into you until you can feel his cloaca up against your ass. His penes swell as they spurt, growing large enough to plug up the huge load he dumps into you. You don't spill anything until he pulls out, at which point you spill not just blood and cum, but a foot of your own guts. Your vision fades. [[Pass out.]]

It was already really intense getting your prostate smashed with just one pene, but both of them now? You're getting more well-juiced than any lemon ever could, and you can't handle it. You feel yourself tighten up as those barbs rake over your insides, your balls pulling close. While you cum on the floor, the mutie boy rams himself in to the hilt and slaps your ass. You can feel his two cocks swelling up inside you like balloons, his load pouring into you. Your belly grows heavy with his seed, almost as if he's somehow managed to get you pregnant. That feeling doesn't last long, though; he rips himself right on out, pulling out a good foot of your intestines along with his cocks. As your consciousness fades, you feel your gut go from stuffed full of kiddie sperm to emptier than an abandoned K-Mart. [[Pass out.]]

"Should I be concerned about the needle?" you ask, still staring at the scene unfolding before you. The clerk is thrusting proper now with a hand on the back of his blower's head, the mutie shota gagging around his cock. "The what?" he asks, seeming a bit dazed. He cums anyways, holding himself down in the boy's throat as his balls pump his load. The mutie seems just as eager to swallow it all, twiddling the needle he has in his hand. The clerk winces hard as he pulls back, however. He's got a handsome cock, uncut and all; the only problem was that it was stuck with a foursome of sewing needles. A fivesome, if one counts the one jabbed into his left testicle. The kid must've pulled some sort of trick there at the end to do that, as you definitely saw enough of his dick before to confirm it wasn't needled. "Oh right," the clerk breathed. "It's his weird fetish thing. He does it to pretty much everyone, especially if you let 'im blow ya. I didn't like it at first, but uh.. y'know. WOOH. Shit grows on ya quick." He gestured to his groin, which upon closer inspection showed it was pretty scarred. Not only that, but he's got fresher pinpricks too. The kid must do this shit to him daily, if not all day. He takes out the needles with little affair, setting them up on the counter. Speaking of, the kid's now looking at you. He's got that needle in one hand and two hands on each of his two cocks. Big hemipenes, at that. He seems disappointed that you're still wearing pants, though. "Can I fuck him, dad?" [[Fuck yeah.]] [["Um.." (initiate rape scene)]]

"Y'all are fuckin' kinky," you state. It's very obvious, but the clerk at least takes it as a compliment, blushing and grinning. The kid too, by the wag of his tail -- even if he's still busy gagging on cock. "Oh man, you don't know the half of it," he moans, thrusting himself proper down the lizard boy's throat. He's got a hand on the back of the shota's head, and with a bigger thrust he pins the boy up against the counter. There's a muffled yelp, but then you hear the churning of the clerk's balls. Dang, he must be pent up. Or monstrously productive. Maybe both. When he pulls back though it's with a wince, and the source is pretty obvious at a glance. There's four sewing needles jabbed into his uncut cock, and a fifth in his nut. He starts pulling them out right away, setting them up on the counter. The kid meanwhile is already getting a good look at you, even when he hasn't finished swallowing all the cum left in his mouth. He's got at least one of those four hands down between his legs, rubbing at his rather large hemipenes. He seems disappointed that you're still wearing pants, but that doesn't quell his excitement at all. "Can I fuck him, dad?" [[Fuck yeah.]] [["Um.." (initiate rape scene)]]

Oh, fuck yeah! Not only is fucking mutant kids legal, but the kid seems to be enjoying himself anyways. You give a nod to the cashier to let him know you're up for the task, and he grins again. "Right on, that's the spirit," he says, then looking to the kid. "Have at him, Jer." The kid is on you in an instant. Scrabbling to undo your pants with his upper two hands, pulling them down with all four a moment later. You feel his nails scratch roughly on your skin as he pantses you, then again as he rips your underwear down. Huge mouth wraps around your dick and balls all in one go, a fat tongue wrapping around them as he coaxes you to hardness. Once you're hard, that same tongue exits his mouth and darts between your cheeks. Given how slick and slimy it is, it takes no effort at all to squeeze into your ass. You give a little gasp at this, placing a hand on top of the kid's head to try and steady yourself. He starts pushing on you, forcing you to shuffle backwards and lean against a wall. "Oh, yeah. He does get a bit feisty with new guys. I'm sure you can handle it, though. Just watch out for the needles." [["The what?"]] [[Cum. Immediately.]]